VOLUME XIII

I remember that born again Christian girl with cutoff jeansShe had cuts underneath her sleevesAnd I was surprised and I became shyAnd I was naïve at the timeNow I wonder what it would be like,Would she stare inside my two dead eyes?I dreamt nothing moves and I dreamt nothing moves youNothing moves you,So you move into gentleman in the morning that you’d call a mistakeAnd I think it’s too late to shower you off,Scrub the come off your legsYour office wear doesn’t disguise your dirty hairAnd this whole scene makes me feel completely apatheticAnd the worst part is that you’ve become so damn pathetic

2. Getting Closer

No one talks because if the truth comes out then we’d all feel just a bit overwhelmedAnd maybe that’s my faultI think we’re getting closer to the end because now there’s nothing left to be saidYou sit with your interior of defense,The people you call friends,Well they’ve depleted your almost empty war chestAnd we’ll silent forever,Underground inside of our respective war bunkers﻿

3. Fairy Tales

I always thought of Charlie Brown as a man of the peopleAnd you say you care,Are you willing to carry the weight that you’re the only oneInnate conversations overheard on the busInnate conversations that I’d rather not be a part ofWell miss piggy tails,Who smiles a Listerine breath of hate,She’s married to the god of war now,A match made in the most terrible fairy tale,Pregnant with a shopping cart that’s completely filled with dead daffodils ﻿

4. Art Supply Stores

Oh God, how did I become such a miserable fuck?I’m pretty sure I deserve what’s ever coming towards meSo I hide behind songs that are actually my mistakesAnd who is this new persona?And what are you trying to fake?Most of the time now, I’m lost in paint,I went down to the art supply storeToo buy some new colors, to color my eyesIf we could be honest,We might just loose it all,I wish I could write you a song that’d make you talk to meBut some songs they just don’t hold the same meanings,Like they did under a sky that held the promise,A promise of meaning,I wish I could write you a song﻿

5. Arrows

Just so you know suffering,It’s beautiful only to a certain point,Then it’s uglyBut we don’t want to end up with empty notebooksSo do you go out to exploit the feelings you’ve been trying to avoid Just looking for something to write about? Well, trust me baby, you were right about me﻿And I’ve been having a hard time digging my own arrow out of the dirtI’ve been waking up with one-sided arguments with a universe that I still don’t quite understandWatching a nuclear sunset with a chest full of regretA sky of red that I still don’t getTo understand,Do you stand under a nuclear sunset with a chest full of regrets?

6. Future Dating

You only get to write your own obit if,Well if you earned itAnd it seems unfair that some stranger with white, white hairIn a foreign office gets to write all our endingsWill there be someone who will change my ending?This club is filled with scorned lovers and everyone’s looking for a mateBut everyone here, none of them even have a dateYou’re going out to find your future ex-wifeAnd you have dreams of children that you’d soon come to hateI’ve been taking showers to change my body’s temperature And I take a shower to ease any kind of stomach pain﻿

7. Other People's Thoughts

In the mosh pit I created,Could you see that I could dance alone?With my crown crashed and my thrown overrun by men that I do not knowCould you see I’m not the man that you used to know?Or am I exactly how you thought I’d be?It was raining and sleeting but the evening sun was still outI saw you inhaling smoke with the strangest folkAnd I heard a cop humming “London Calling”﻿

8. Next Month

New boss, same dildo,Always afraid of withering awayThat’s why my days are planned so far in advanceFrustration takes a tollSo many long weeks, how’d you get so old?I’m suspicious of a singer who can’t sing,Sold his guitar and goes to the barBut never orders a drink